For about 6 months Haddon had slept in Will's bed. They'd been in a loft conversation in LA, around 1970, when they were just starting out in the city. With a barely-double bed for them to sleep on Will had had to get used to company. Once he'd got used to it he'd found it hard to live without it. But of course he'd never told Haddon that.
"Maybe one day we'll actually have a night out where neither of us cry," he joked, a soft laugh out of his mouth. "Seems like a stretch but I think we could handle it. I mean I - you kind of have a knack for making me cry. Until I met you the last time I'd cried was when I was ten. Ten! So it's no mean feat." With a small smile he nudged the medium playfully. "You're like that stuff actors use to generate tears."